Burn the Art Poem by David Michael Jackson

Thoughts of burning art again
To have placed any value in it
seems quaint tonight
a simple fire without ceremony
is all that is needed really
just call it collateral damage

no one will notice
anyway
Vincent had the chance
he blew it
and now they gather
around these pieces of his fabric
like they are lives to be saved somehow
while the children play with the depleted uranium
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